Page 67 of Fey Empire

My eyes flutter open.

I am not dreaming. Selwyn truly is nuzzling and suckling at my cock. And I really am holding his horns.

His tongue swirls, pulling a gasp from me. My hands twist reflexively, and he shudders beneath my touch.

Oh. Stroking his horns feels good for him?

I caress them gently. He groans and laps eagerly at my cock. Pleasure sparks behind my eyes.

Okay. My theory about horns seems to be correct.

My hands twist and squeeze. He starts sucking my cock in earnest. Oh lord, I am so very hard. My balls are heavy and tight. My nipples have peaked into tight little buds, and all of my skin feels alight.

How long have I been in his mouth? How much pleasure did he gently lick into me while I was sleeping? How did I not wake up?

He is not being gentle now. He is sucking on me with determination. Taking me right down his throat.

He swallows around me, the soft flesh of his throat undulating around my hard and aching cock.

I scream, and cum. Writhing, twisting, spasming and sweating. Euphoria bursting through my mind. Blinding white. Burning everything clean.

Selwyn releases me with a wet plop. He grins up at me from between my spread thighs.

I draw in a shuddering breath and release his horns. “Shall I… Do you…” It’s no good, I’m too breathless to talk.

His grin widens. “Your hands on my horns was pleasure enough.”

I blink, and then blink again. That was enough to bring him to his peak? Oh wow.

He slides up the bed, looming over me. His lips are swollen and wet, and the sight of that is doing strange things to my insides.

“Regretfully, I have a busy day,” he sighs. “I will see you at dinner.”

He rolls out of bed. I stare at the morning light seeping around the curtains. Then my gaze falls on Loki sleeping peacefully on her bed.

I’m beginning to get my bearings. It is a new day. My husband woke me in a very depraved way, but I don’t mind at all. He needs help every morning with finding release, and that was probably the most joyous way I have performed my duty so far. Not that it has ever felt like a duty.

My cheeks heat, but luckily nobody is looking at me. Selwyn is tying up his robe. And anyway, I don’t think he minds that I am rapidly turning into a sex addict. It is one facet of our marriage that is going well.

He flashes me a smile over his shoulder before walking out of our bedchamber.

I sigh and sag against the sheets. I’ll just catch my breath first, and then I’ll get up.

Loki spins around in excitement, her paws scrabbling on the floorboards. I gently throw the bright yellow ball, and she bounds after it.

Playing ball in the house is terrible, but it is raining, and there is not much furniture in this reception room. I don’t think Selwyn ever uses it. There definitely isn’t anything breakable in here. I checked first because I’m not completely reckless. So, I think it is fine. Hopefully, Selwyn will not tell me off.

Loki runs back to me and drops the slobbery ball into my lap. I rub the top of her fluffy head.

“Good girl!”

She really is clever. The first three times, she chased the ball but didn’t bring it back. Now she has got the hang of it.

I throw it again, and she bounds off with exuberant energy. A smile stretches across my face. It is impossible to be sad in the presence of such infectious joy.

She trots back to me, ball proudly in her mouth. She drops it in my lap again.

Gingerly, I pick the slobbery mess up. I throw it and it bounces hard on the floor and veers off, right into the enormous unused fireplace.